I’m not dead


Hey guys and gals, just wanted to let you know that I haven’t shuffled off this mortal coil yet. I’ve just been lazy. I need to get back into it again! Hope everyone is well and look for some new content soon.

On Fall Mornings


Poem and Photo by Kloipy (Seth Dombach)

It has been far too long

On rambling days when the heat makes the sweat roll like rain

And long hot nights spread out forever

But now the mornings come with a crisp reminder

That change is coming soon

The cool air that hits like a wave

Refreshing, rebuilding, and subtle in power

You stare just a bit more

At things that you would once give little pause to

Take a sunrise

One that normally would pass you by

Now its intensity beckons you

You wrap your arms around you

Holding on to the warmth inside

As you watch the growth of another day

The smell of the season is on the air

Under your feet leaves crunch and swish

It may be the color that draws you in

But it is something else, something deeper

That unnamed feeling of self-interest

Providing insight into eternity

Understanding that though we are not physically immortal

We do live on

We go back and give back and are breathed throughout time

The Hate and the Love: an essay


Allow me to stand on a soap box for a moment: This may be long but I feel it needs to be said:
Robert Belton; a WW2 vet was brutally beaten to death by two teenagers the other night. The news has made a point to headline the news with telling that the teens who killed this man were black. Not just the horrible news that a man was murdered, but that his killers were of a specific race, as if that fact had to be made a point of. Now, people are outraged that this story has been supposedly hidden by the media because Belton was white. They are using the example of Trayvon Martin to prove this supposed bias.

You know what outrages me? The fact that EVERY SINGLE DAY I see that someone was brutally murdered, or someone was raped, or some other horrible news. Just today I saw a picture on the news of a Syrian mother holding her dead child in her arms who had been killed by chemical weapons. I’m outraged by US as a world.

It is 2013. In a few days it will be 50 years since Martin Luther King’s ‘I have a dream’ speech. How much have we let the dream of King’s die? Again, it is 2013 and we STILL are holding on to hatred of someone because of their skin color or the region they were born. As a society we continue to bridge the gap between us. I did not ask to be born white. No one asks to be born the way they are. We are all just born. Born into this world, and at the deepest level, we are all just pretending that we have any idea why we are here or what if anything this life means.

And with that said, we only have a SHORT time on this planet. We are all going to die and become a distant memory in what is nothing but a blink of an eye of the time of this universe. And to this day we hang on to this hatred, greed, and destruction. We should be outraged by the fact that anyone would take someone’s life, not because they are white or black, but because it is abhorrent to kill someone. Why add the fuel of hatred to an issue that is a problem of society instead of working to fix it?

Prejudice and bigotry come from a lack of education and an unwillingness to understand someone who is different from themselves. It is a learned behavior! And to continue these ideas it perpetuate this same hatred on generation after generation. If we would expend half the energy we put into being outraged into actually fixing the problem, we could change the world. But instead of that we continue to cycle it on and on.

Martin Luther King’s dream has not died, but it has been sorely forgotten. You can call me idealistic to believe we can live in a world that can let go of this hatred and prejudice, but as far as ideals go, why isn’t this something we can aspire to be? We’ve evolved as a species, we’ve invented amazing things, and when things go badly we can rally together to help each other. Why can’t we live this way each day? If we take the time to love each other a little more, understand each other a little more, we could make this a better place. Not only for ourselves, but for our children, and those generations on past us.

Changes Here and a New Site There

Hey guys! Just wanted to first let you know I’m not dead and I’ll have some new stuff posted here soon. I’ve been trying to focus more on writing and feel bad that I haven’t had much content up lately.

This site is going to be going through some changes. I’ve decided to stop posting some content here. Mostly my photography, music, or pretty much anything relating to film reviews. I want this site to be more about short stories, poetry, essays, the Kloipy Projects (a new one is coming soon), and more of that sort of content.

With that being said I will continue to post my photography, but from now on I will be doing it under my own name on a brand new site. It is called (you can click the link to go over there)

Seth Dombach Photography

I still love this site and will continue to keep it updated regularly with what I consider much more meaningful content, but I want it to be more streamlined in regards to where my passions lie.

As always, I love having the visitors here, along with all the friends I’ve made from this webpage. I hope you continue to enjoy reading what I have to write as much as I enjoy making it.

On Stopping for Directions: a poem by Seth Dombach (Kloipy)


Here is a new poem (and photo) I wrote. I hope you all enjoy it


When looking for directions

It is always best to look in the out of the way places

Corners that are held like a time capsule

Whose age and wisdom are preserved in the very air

A man who sits on his porch

Looking over a field of corn

Will tell you more direction than any road map or satellite can

The wrinkles of his face

Like mountains and canyons

Hold the information that you seek

But not that you thought you needed


His voice may come through like stones grinding together

Like the shifting plates in the earth

Listen close enough and you can hear eternity in his words

It is the ones who sit silently staring that contain the most

Think of them not as quiet

But as contemplating

Beings who; through their own choice

Have grasped what is too difficult to discover


If you’ve become lost

Push yourself to seek what you were unaware

Was right before you

The answer is not in the destination

But in the way there